Last week I decided to impose myself on Son- and Daughter-Blog and make use of a bed in their flat in Edinburgh.
I bought Son-blog a pint in his local hostelry by way of a "thank you" for him giving his bed up and sleeping on the floor.
He returned the favour by setting his alarm for 5.00 a.m. with a five minute auto-snooze. Not satisfied with the rude awakening, he had managed to use his new IPhone 8 which, it seems is so high tech, he couldn't work out how to switch the snooze off! 15 snoozes later...
Sunday, 29 October 2017
Sunday, 22 October 2017
Following the signs
A little over a week ago the Blogs were on their way to Sussex and due to be met by Sussex-George-Nephew-Blog at Gatwick Airport.
There are of course two terminals at Gatwick, North and South. To be certain of avoiding any confusion we had emailed to say we would be landing at the North Terminal. After landing we rang S-G-N-B and said,
"North Terminal"
After what seemed like a couple of weeks waiting we rang again.
"I'm here in the car park" he claimed.
"There are two - which one?"
"The one with the blue pillars."
We looked around and saw pillars in the distance that looked blue. Then they went purple. It seems they were lit by LEDs.
Eventually after much conversation. S-G-N-B fessed up, he was at the South Terminal.
What makes it worse? We actually landed at South Terminal.
There are of course two terminals at Gatwick, North and South. To be certain of avoiding any confusion we had emailed to say we would be landing at the North Terminal. After landing we rang S-G-N-B and said,
"North Terminal"
After what seemed like a couple of weeks waiting we rang again.
"I'm here in the car park" he claimed.
"There are two - which one?"
"The one with the blue pillars."
We looked around and saw pillars in the distance that looked blue. Then they went purple. It seems they were lit by LEDs.
Eventually after much conversation. S-G-N-B fessed up, he was at the South Terminal.
What makes it worse? We actually landed at South Terminal.
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